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Though the Wind Star felt like a plenty-large ship while we traveled aboard her, docking at typical cruise ship terminals (an entirely novel experience for me) demonstrated that she was far smaller than common cruise ships.
This little town on the shores of the Salton Sea is only a few blocks in each direction, a sort of echo of what might have been in a different ecological timeline. My favorite detail of the image, though, are the other lights away on the far shore of the Sea, just beneath the mountains, suggesting another world still out there.
When I added the “Ω” to the title of this image, I imagined endings across multiple dimensions of time: Certainly, a sunset is the end of a day, but I was also thinking on the longer scale of how the slow march of evaporation and desert climate are continuously shrinking the Salton Sea. In a more personal sense, this was likely to be my last visit to the Sea—at least in anything like its current state. All of those combined finalities made this one worthy of being the omega.
When it comes to classic car guys, the Chevy (wagon) versus Ford (truck) debate leads to some serious vehicle comparisons in the evening California sun.
Everyday life continues, even amidst the drama and history of cities like Palma.
That light in the sky is some strange and eerie scattering during a storm over the city that brought to mind nothing more than the sorts of occult summonings found in films like “Ghostbusters” or “To Cast a Deadly Spell.” Perhaps I’ve been playing too much Deadlock lately.
Stained glass spreads an array of colors over visitors to the eighth largest church nave in the world.
I.M. Pei’s Bushnell Tower is a palette for late-spring sunsets and clear skies in downtown Hartford.
Sun and optimism on deck for the departure of the Wind Star.
Not long after sunrise, the Port Vell Aerial Tramway in Barcelona’s harbor is already gliding passengers across expanses of water and stands of palm trees.
The Wind Star, eponymous ship of the cruise line, sits at anchor off the coast of Calvi, Corsica, looking like a relic of a different century—in contrast to the engineering choices inside her hull.
On a wickedly curving street beneath a dramatic Menorcan cliff, this simple crosswalk caught my eye.
The deep natural harbor of Mahón in Manorca has been in use for centuries and the small, charming structures along the waterfront have been preserved (with careful, direct action by the local population), leaving a (here’s my favorite adjective) Miyazaki-esque Mediterranean setting. The clifftop town above the harbor also makes for a perfect view from which to capture it all.
Flowers emerging around Trinity College’s chapel tempted me into a multi-photo study of the contrast between spring pastels and epic limestone.
Don’t make me get up early, but if I’m awake anyway… Give me a good sunrise.
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